Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Monks,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.